ghostly

 
she died a few days ago
they told me,
of a rare and radical cancer
in the common bile duct,
It saddened me to know...

after leaving her life...
"I don't need the man
but I want the poet."
she said then.

now she is dead
and I remain a poet
even though she doesn't know.

became the ghost muse
of what doesn't rhyme with me.

She died, they told me!